This is a song about "Ex boy"

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

You remind me my ex, cause you both know how to blow/

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Ex-hoes wanna call me,

We like to party

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

And mine somewhere bout mars

She says one thing than does the next, shes better off with her fuckin ex,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense